It surely would then seem...there's still so much left to redeemfrom a life lived on a razor edge,tearing apart every single pledge. Every promise I dared to make,each one cracked like porcelain fake,and every lie I’ve yet to tell,draining ink...

Cold winter nights and freshly fallen snow Casting thoughts against a pale reflection Seems kinda random impeding on the flow To navigate our world with no real direction Cigarette smoke lingers in this conversation Ideas whisper of relevance to...